Idylls of the King

Pripyat Soul · 08-11-2010, 03:26 PM

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Character Name: Pripyat Soul
Character Birthdate (including year): June 2 2010
Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
Species: Woof
Gender: Male
A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): silentlycynical (AIM)
Currently played characters: Nayru
How you found 'Souls: Merp

Decided to make my joining post into a thread, Jefferson or Geneva (or both XD) if you guys have time. I would suppose Gen is in the lighthouse or not too far off. Hope this is okay. ^^

The sand was warm beneath his toes, still soft and free of calluses from the two short months he had had to use them. Only recently did his mother allow him to stray from her, and even then Geneva was always close, only a yelp away, but here he was with the long stretch of sand before him and no mother in sight. Bravely he took several steps away from the lighthouse, the only home he knew, and smirked when he did not see his mother appear to trail after him. Turning eyes that match the blue of the sky back to the beach, Pripyat sprung forward. His inexperienced muscles were unable to propel him too quickly but quick enough to give him the illusion that he was indeed racing away. Sand flew out from underfoot and his long tongue lolled out the side of his mouth, behind him his tail shook violently in delight at his freedom. The world was indeed his oyster and Pripyat Soul was ready to conquer it.

It wasn’t long that he came across the first discovery of the day, and his tiny heart hammered in excitement at the sight of it. The strange creature scuttled quickly across the sand and at the darting movement the gray toned pup halted, his nose twitching in anticipation. How proud mother would be if he brought home his first kill! With a bound he was upon it, its thin legs yielded and produced a soft crunch as they splintered under the weight of the pup. Yet the crab was not defeated in the slightest, as Pripyat bent down to examine his “kill” the large claw clamped down. Hard. The pain was a shock, for Pripyat had been well shielded by his mother and pain had been only a foreign concept to him.

"Ow, ow, ow." This first attempt to dislodge the enemy by rapid shaking of the head proved ineffective. However, the young adventurer was far from discouraged, and he then proceeded to paw at his face, anger growing a the idiotic creature that wouldn’t let go. Despite the clumsy paws coming at the crab, it did not release its grip on the child’s lip and Pripyat was then forced to stick his face in the ground, dragging the crab through the fine grains of sand, snarling his most vicious snarl yet. Still it held on tight, and Pripyat could no longer stand the pain that was only increasing. Sitting back on his haunches, the boy let out a series of low whimpers, hoping that the animal would let go before his mother saw him like this, bested by seafood.

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